Tonight Bjorn is barkeep over at dVerse, and is inviting us to write a Quadrille (a poem of 44 words), incorporating the word ‘breeze’ in the body of the poem.

I have no idea why ‘breeze’ inspired me to write this memory – for that’s what it is, and that is the pocket-watch above. Bizarrely the time it stopped working at (many years ago, I assume) is the time in the evening that my dad died.

Of course, you can be much more upbeat, sensual, comedic in your response – the choice is all yours! Please do take part though – it’s a great crowd over there!

Breeze of time has
no rigid ticks or tocks..
there was a tIme when
both i and wife walk around
the block after two years of
flight or fight stress for me..
she says oh that is weird
it feels like time suddenly
slowed down..
a split second
after i felt this
feeling of gravity
slowing time like
never ever before..
iN January of 2008..
i never looked at reaLITy
the sAMe after thaT or time
as ever just tick tock again
and no… now reTired since
then i have alMost no perception
oF tiMe aT all.. iN fAct i’M sure iT
doesn’T eXist wITh only noW aS reaLITy..:)

Hey Freya. I live your poem from the perspective that you have expressed a whole void in such a few lines, but, my feelings on losing some one has seen such a drastic change of emotions, I don’t know how. Here is a glimpse, if you would like to know what I mean. https://sunsandseasundeep.wordpress.com/2016/06/01/you-2/

It is such a complex thing, this grief, this loss and I feel that so much in reading your poem. I’m on my phone, travelling home from work and can’t write a comment on your blog. I will do, later this evening.

Hey Freya, that is perfectly fine. I shared that because I realize there is a very different feeling that drives me with respect to people that I have lost. Especially, the person in whose memory I wrote that.